cut my shins with the magnets, run while the stars are being cut down from
the skies.
boiling at sea, we ride with sails.
My heart beating for a trimbling nerve at the bottom of my feet.
I felt a curve in the sound of your voice, strange the way it glisens
in the light.
We burned down the town for a search light.
We fell deeply in love with the hunger that dances in  our shadows
when we come near to the flames of our crashing bodies.
it dances in our eyes when we fall victim to our prey.
Silver eyes in round holes, I drempt I hid a voice in the eyes of a new
born baby.
Wait for me when I become a empty plot of land
I do what I want to, I become what I want to,  because i think what I want to,
because I see what I feel.